Song Ci was listening to the little chubby boy recite poems when she heard the sound outside of people calling out for the eldest young lady, making her look towards the door.
"Madam, the eldest young lady has returned." Hongtao raised the curtain, reporting with a cheerful smile.
"Grandmother, Qian'er has come to pay respects to you."
With the sound of a clear voice, Song Ci saw a young woman dressed in a loose purple-pink gauze dress, with round cheeks and only a few festive hairpins in her hair, carefully walking inside while holding the hand of a maid.
"Grandmother, your granddaughter is late." Song Ruqian gracefully knelt down, her voice carrying a touch of emotion.
Song Ci quickly said, "Oh, oh, no need for that, get up quickly. Someone, help your young lady up, make sure not to hurt the child."
She hadn't forgotten, this eldest granddaughter was carrying a precious treasure in her belly.
